Marcus pulled her leg up again, pinning her to the door like he did against his car. They were both still desperate for each other. Marcus picked her other leg up and hoisted her up around his hips. He held her to the door with his chest while his strong hands gripped and squeezed at her legs and bottom.
“God, you’re so hot,” he said to her, his hands still groping under her skirt. He hiked her body up higher until his face was right against her chest. His hands found easy access to the wet lace between her legs and he started moving them against her, bringing her back to the height of pleasure while he breathed hot kisses through the fabric of her shirt along her breasts.
With his hands under her panties, he entered her with two fingers and watched her face contort in pleasure. “Come for me baby,” he said. “Let me watch you.” His words were demanding and hot, and only served to drive her that much closer to the brink.
He moved his thumb over her clit and pushed firmly, grinding against her pubic bone. She moaned loudly at the sensation, then tightened the walls of her heat around his fingers. She reached her climax, pushing her hips against his thumb, and looking him straight in the eye when she did.
It was a powerful experience to look at him like that. There was no hiding herself from him. He knew every truth about her when she came staring him straight in the eye. Even though she wasn’t naked, she was totally exposed. He looked straight into her with love and desire.
After she recovered, Marcus eased her down the door and kissed her deeply again. He loved watching her bust apart like that, but he was still hot with his own need. He pulled her against him again, desperate for her touch. She guessed at what he wanted and she was ready to try.
She pulled him toward the couch, tugging his shirt off of him as they walked. She gave him the most seductive look she could. She pulled him down to sit beside her, and then she moved to the floor, on her knees, and settled between his legs.
“Oh, God, Erin…” he said when she reached for the button of his pants. He sat back into the couch and watched as her delicate fingers tugged at his zipper and released his erection. She brushed her fingertips over the cotton boxers still covering him, and then trailed her hands firmly down his legs to remove each shoe.
He lifted his hips when she reached back up to the waistband of his pants to allow her to pull them down. As she did, she pulled herself up and placed a nervous kiss at his tip through his boxers. He let out a long breath and watched her the entire time.
She removed his pants and then his boxers, getting the same reaction when she kissed him again, this time directly against his sensitive skin. Her inexperience was obvious, but he couldn’t have cared less.
Every sensation from her was intense, and her innocence was a turn on. He liked the idea that again, no other man had been where he was about to go. She looked up at him before she leaned forward and kissed him delicately again, and then again.
She kissed lightly up and down his shaft and he groaned at the soft touch of her lips. She was finding her confidence again, and laved one long lick up his member and then drew the tip of him into her mouth.
“Suck me in, baby.”
Encouraged by his words, she repeated the motion with more pressure, this time taking him further in. She kept him in her mouth this time, and starting moving up and down the length of him, holding her lips firmly against him and teasing him with her tongue as she moved. His hands reached down to her head and encouraged her motions.
“Erin, God, that feels so good…baby, I love your tongue on me…”
She quickened her pace and allowed his hips to push him further into her mouth. She couldn’t take him all the way in, so she held the base of his shaft and stroked with her fingers, matching the motion of her tongue.
His moans became more desperate and he told her through his breathing, “Baby, I’m so close…I’m going to come…” He was giving her the option to pull away from him, not sure if she would want him to explode in her mouth.
He was shocked and so damn glad when she continued to suck him in, ready to take it all. He let out a guttural sound when he shot into her mouth. She didn’t even flinch, but rather sucked him dry completely and swallowed everything he gave her.
When she released him from her mouth, she laid her head on his thigh, resting her cheek along the strong muscle. She felt his hands still in her hair, now combing through her curls with his fingers. “Erin, you are so damn hot. Baby, you made me come so hard,” he said, still not completely recovered from the heat of her lips. “I’ve never seen anything sexier than your mouth riding me like that.”
Erin looked up at him and blushed. She crawled up onto the couch with him and curled up in his lap and let him cradle her like so many times before. She was still overwhelmed by all the physical pleasure she now knew, and she drew comfort from his arms.
But no matter how overwhelming her physical awakening had become, she just couldn’t get enough. She loved resting her head against his bare chest, and wished she hadn’t left her own shirt on. She loved being skin-against-skin with Marcus.
He seemed to read her mind, or at least wanted the same thing, because he moved her so he could pull her shirt over her head.
“My God, look at you,” he said after seeing the matching red lace of her bra. “You’re beautiful – so sexy…Erin…will you do something for me?”
She nodded, unsure of what he would want, but willing to consider just about anything from him.
“Stand up and take your skirt off. Let me see all of you, so sexed up and wearing red lace for me. I never want to forget what that looks like.”
Shyly, she complied.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
Erin turned slowly and, in spite of her new confidence, blushed at her own actions. When she came back around to facing him, he was looking at her with the most intense look. “God, I love you. Come back here with me.”
Erin liked his request. Finding her confidence with him was easier when he taught her. There was no guesswork involved. Her inexperience didn’t matter when he guided her and told her what he wanted. She sat back on his lap and he began tracing the lines of her bra and panties with his fingertips and tongue. She let him play that way for a long time.
“You can tell me what you want again,” Erin whispered to him. She leaned up and looked him in they eye so he would know the truth in her words. “I like it when you do that. It helps me give you what you want. I want to be everything for you. Just tell me, and I’m yours.”
He groaned and looked searchingly in her eyes. “You’re serious?”
Erin, completely ready to be what he needed, looked back at him with confidence. “I’m completely serious.” She looked at him seductively, licked her lips, and then leaned to his ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
Marcus hesitated for just a moment while he looked at her, then said directly, “Strip off that lace and straddle me.”
Feeling triumphant and sexy, Erin stood up and pulled her bra off each shoulder slowly. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, letting the lace fall to the floor. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down just as slowly, letting them fall to the floor when they reached her knees. She watched Marcus get hard again as she stepped out of her panties for him.
She walked over to him and set each of her knees on either side of him, naked and ready. “What next?”
Marcus looked like he was living a dream and he ran his hands all over her body. “Come closer, baby, and give me your tits.”
She stayed up tall on her knees and pushed her breasts toward his face. He fondled each of them, sucking and licking and even gently biting at her sensitive nipples. She moaned in response, encouraging him further.
“Tell me,” she whispered.
He sucked at her more before he said, “Come down here and let me in.” He pulled her hips down over him and entered her fully and easily in the wet heat between her legs. “Now ride me, baby, get yourself off against me while you make me come.”
Erin did, she held his shoulders and felt his hands on her hips and ass while she rode up and down his shaft, sometimes keeping him deep inside of her to grind against him completely for her own pleasure. She was doing exactly what he told her to do.
“Baby, yes, you are so fucking good…”
She felt strong and sexy when she climaxed against him, and even more so when she felt him shoot up into her. She stayed surrounding him and looked at him. “Tell me what’s next,” she said softly, seeing they were both completely satisfied. “What do you want after you’ve had me…”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. “Just more of you touching me.”
Erin thrilled at his words and leaned against him. She ran her hands slowly along his strong shoulders and arms, and sometimes placed small kisses and delicate licks along his skin. She also wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled her entire bare torso against his, touching him as thoroughly as she could.
And still, he was inside of her. He was no longer hard, but she hadn’t moved enough to allow him out. They were totally and blissfully connected.
“Is there anything else?” she asked, sweetly this time.
“Let me stay here tonight,” he said, smiling at her.
She finally moved off his lap and took his hand to lead him upstairs. The sky was dark when they finally settled into bed together, still naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. Erin fell asleep first, and Marcus watched her for a while before he let himself drift off.
Chapter Eleven
The rest of the weekend was spent the same way. Marcus had packed his gym bag with enough clothes and a toothbrush, so there was no need to leave. They could hole up together for two solid days and pretend the rest of the world didn’t exist.
Saturday they spent together having fun and talking, even playing more Gin. The evening they spent naked with each other. Marcus was getting more comfortable teaching Erin about pleasure, both his and her own, and Erin was an eager and willing student.
On Sunday morning Marcus remembered to call his sister, and she squealed when he admitted that he was at Erin’s apartment again. Cassie had insisted on talking with Erin, too, and even though he protested, he grinned.
Sunday afternoon rolled around and Erin and Marcus were snuggled on her couch watching some random super-hero movie. The afternoon was comfortable and relaxed, but the movie was just background noise as far as Erin was concerned. The feature presentation was the man who belonged to her. She loved his presence and the person she was becoming with him.
“I love you,” she told him for the second time that weekend.
“I love you, too,” he returned easily.
She interrupted the movie to tell him that, but he didn’t seem to care. In fact, he grabbed the remote and turned the tv off. He leaned in and kissed her for a long moment. He broke the kiss to smile at her.
She smiled back, but something was on her mind.
“Marcus, I’ve been thinking.”
“About what?”
“Do you remember a few weeks ago you asked me about my parents?”
“I made you cry,” he said quietly. “I felt awful about that.”
“Don’t feel bad. It wasn’t your fault. When I realized how distant I’d become from them, it broke my heart. I keep going back to that in my head. I think I need to visit them, reconnect, and…and tell them why I shut them out. I need to do that for myself as much as for them. I can’t keep burying this. They’ve never been anything but good to me. They didn’t deserve that.” She let out a deep breath.
“Erin, that’s a big step,” he said, obviously proud of her strength.
“I know,” she said, daunted by the thought of talking about what happened to her. “But I want you to come with me. I’m stronger with you than I am by myself. And I want them to meet you. If I’m going to let them back in, they need to know every part of me — and a lot of who I am is you.”
“You want me to meet your parents?” He was totally caught off-guard.
“Of course,” she said as if it were obvious. “Will you come with me? I thought we could take a long weekend and fly up to Indiana to see them. If you want to…”
“Wow. I’ve never been asked to meet anyone’s parents before,” he said to the floor. “But, uh, if you want me to I guess I can.”
“I really do. I want them to know you and I need you with me to be strong enough to face up and talk to them,” she said with the former weakness sneaking into her voice. “I want you to hold my hand when I say it.”
“Then I’ll go,” he said, staring her straight in the eye. “I’ll be there every time you need me. But just so you know, you are strong enough whether I’m there or not. When do you want to go?”
“Soon. I really want to see them. I miss them more than I realized.”
“I can trade shifts again. We could leave on a Friday morning and I wouldn’t need to be back until Monday night. I don’t have any fights coming up, so any weekend works. Just tell me when,” he said.
Erin leaned over, grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I’m so nervous about this, but I’ll be ok. Especially if you’re with me.”
“You think
you’re
nervous?” he laughed. “I’m about to meet your parents. How do I introduce myself… ‘Hi. I’m a violent janitor who’s fucking your daughter. Nice to meet you.’ … I’m sure that’d go over well.”
Erin giggled at him. “Stop it. Bob and Linda will love you, but you might want to just say ‘hello’ when I introduce you. You can save that big line for dinner.”
“Bob and Linda? God, your childhood was cliché.”